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mikka

Who is the one who loves me bestWho, when I'm low, won't let me rest?Who lays his paw upon my kneeAnd never fails to greet me.

Who lets me hug him when I'm down,Yet never is the one to frown?Who brings to me his favourite toyAnd fills my life with simple joy.

Who's by my side on rainy days,And watches skies with soulful gaze?Whose face does wear that silent plea"Oh please come out and play with me!"

Who understands that there's a timeWhen I must say, "THis minutes Mine".Who knows I can't be always thereYet makes me feel I'm being unfair

Who is this dog who loves me dearly,And yet with spirit knows so clearlyThat by his side I'll always be;Have I trained him?... No, he's trained me!

A Dumped Dog's Prayer

Don't close the door! Don't push me away. Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay. Slow down the car, I can't keep up. This pavement is hot and my pads are cut. I've got to quit running or my heart will pop. Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop? I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near. But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here. Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet. They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets. Every car that passes, I chase it to see If it's my master coming for me. Though I approach those that come near With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear. With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare, They threaten to kill me - they don't even care. Batter my body with rocks that they throw, I will not leave, he will come, don't you know? Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb. I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come! I will go back where he first threw me out. I'll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt. My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead. I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my head. It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still. There is my master at my home on the hill. Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name. His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same. He decided he wants me. Things will be fine. I really do love him, that master of mine. My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath. He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

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mikka

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,Too faithful to leave, to frightened to runHe's been here for days now with nothing to doBut sit by the road just waiting for youHe can't understand why you left him that dayHe thought that you were stopping to playHe's sure you'll come back and that's why he staysHow long will he suffer? How many more days?His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dryHe's sick now from hunger and falls with a sighHe lays down his head and closes his eyesI wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

mikka

I might have grey hairs but my soul is still young,My legs may be creaky but mine's the wisdom of ageWhy battle the wind when I can walk in your footsteps;Are you my family, are you where I belong?

There's life in this old dog, even when I grow tiredYou can talk to me quietly, I can wag when your near.It may be that my hearing or sight is not sharpBut I can still eat my dinner and roll in the grass.

I don't require much and you know I'd be gladTo walk slowly with you, or just sit by the fire,And should the wind stir my spirits on a walk in the parkYou know not to worry as I won't be gone far.

I might be an old dog, but there's life in me yetDo look at me softly, for though time is not kindI still have the chance to make the most of my days;And when my time has run out as we both know it willPlease don't think that I'm gone, but remember me stillI'll be the sun in your window, the stars in your skyThe warm body beside you as your time goes by.

Please don't pass by my kennel because I am oldIs there room in your heart for a friend who was onceAs fleet as an arrow, as bold as a bearBut now I look at you sadly, could it be that you care?

Give me a meal in my stomach, a fire at my backShow me patience and love and you will never regretHaving an oldie to cherish and cuddle; you seeIf every dog has his day, perhaps today is for me

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mikka

The little dog wandered the streetsas he tried his very best,to find a scrap of foodand maybe a place to rest.Darkness was beginning to fallit started to turn cold,he had a home but now it's gonea story so often told.His family no longer wanted himthey tossed him out one day,to live or die was no concernas they went upon their way.Now he must scrounge for foodand hopes that he will find,someone to take care of himand he hopes that they won't mind.A little dog so full of lovewho just can't understand,if someone will just take him inhe'll do the best he can.To be the best companionand friend that he can be,to love them and protect themis the future he'd like to see.He will find that special personto give him a loving home,and then from that moment onhe'll no longer have to roam.

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mikka

The date is December the 25th,A gorgeous sunny-day.It makes me want to romp around,But I'm too tired to play.I have not eaten for a while,I think it has been a week.My only source of water,Has been a sewage leak.I lie herein a cardboard box,And I feel quite alone.I'm trying to stand up on my feet,But all I can do is moan.Won't someone come and rescue me,Before my time is up?Who wouldn't want to help a dog,A precious little pup?I want to yell and cry for help,I want to get away.My place is in a loving home,With children with which I'd play.I should be chasing tennis balls,And licking children's faces.Running circles in the yard,Even sometimes winning races.This is not where I should be,By the road under a bridge.Where there is no one I can find,No mother nor father nor kid.So is this box my final fate,My only destiny?What terrible thing did I ever do,To make things end this way?I know now my time has come,on this beautiful winter day.I will fall into eternal sleep,and my sufferings will float away.During my last day on this earth,To my future owner I say,"Catch up to you in heaven,And have a Merry Christmas Day."

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mikka

High up in the courts of Heaven todayA little dog angel waits;With the other angels he will not playBut sits alone at the gates."I know that my master will come, says heAnd when he comes he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him byAs they hasten toward the throne;And he watches them with a wistful eyeAs he sits at the gates alone."I know if I just wait patientlySome day my master will come," says he.

And his master, far on the earth below,As he sits in his easy chair,Forgets sometimes and he whistles lowFor the dog that isn't there.And the little dog angel cocks his earsAnd dreams that his master's call he hears.

I know when at last his master waitsOutside in the dark and cold,For the hand of Death to open the gatesThat lead to those courts of gold,The little dog angel's eager barkWill comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

--Author Unknown

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mikka

Throughout the past many stories have been told,Some very new - some very old.Stories of guardian angels may have been said to you,Of Angels in many different forms, but all of these are true.You see - guardian angels take the form of something close to you.

One may be wondering how they find that special one,The one they care and love for, to play with and have fun,What isn't told, is the simple fact that the angel chooses you,The bond that you would share isn't made up, it is true.They may finally choose to take your side - when you least expect it,They will cheer you up when your depressed, their love - you can't avoid it.

When your together you feel free,When alone you're lonely and sad.The fact that their life is just so short,Just tends to make you mad.Love them while you can,And be happy for them when their free,Because a pet's life is a precious thing,A rare commodity.